Random thoughts and musings from a young Catholic Evangelical. Mostly on religion and global politics and culture, with occasional forays into literature and the existential plight of my self and other selves in the modern world.

Saturday, 3 April 2010

A Word for Good Friday

What depth of shame is here! I cannot plumbThe ocean of this love; too dark and coldFor me it is, and though so often boldMy words, in face of this I must be dumb.

The Ground of Being strung above the earth-The words, they can describe but not express;The facts I comprehend not but confessAnd, trembling, seek that fearful divine dearth.

O speak the news I've heard and yet not heard!These words still seek but cannot fill that pitThat swallows up all things that come to it,Swall'wing even the eternal Word.

There disappears He in the grave, and grimOblivion it seems will be His fate,But, 'midst despair, despair not; hope and wait,This Word will swallow that which swallowed Him.

About Me

I am not my job. I am not my upbringing. I am not the things I know or the skills I have. I am a sinner being saved by grace, a self marooned in the cosmos. There are clear signposts. The path is perilous. Fortunately, I am not the first to come this way.